Wednesday, 30 December 2015

New Years Eve: Expectations Vs Reality

It's here, the night of year! You're so excited, and rightly so, you've been waiting for this since Christmas! How's it gonna go?

Expectation:

You’ve made no plans yet, you’re keeping your
options open, someone will definitely have a last minute house party

Reality:

Your friends all have babies. There hasn’t been a proper
house party in years. There will be no last minute invite. You have no option
but to host said last minute house party. But who will you invite? Your friends all
have babies.

Expectation:

Glamour. All the glamour

Reality:

You spent too long “keeping your options open” and now even
an emergency next day delivery ASOS order won’t save you. Everything went into the sale. Last week. Your size is long gone babes.

Expectation:

The best night out of the year surrounded by your absolute
faves

Reality:

Sweaty bars that are so packed you won’t be able to find
your faves, even if they do score a miracle babysitter.

Expectation:

Worst comes to worst, you can head into town, you know it
there, they’ll have a DJ. It’ll be fun.

Reality:

Even the dodgy Weatherspoon’s is threatening to charge £20
entry. Sure it was £10 but those advance tickets sold out months ago. Soz.

Expectation:

We’ll get really drunk and laugh the night away

Reality:

The lucky ones with advance tickets for Wetherspoons
actually turn up. Now you’ve spent £20 and can’t even drown your sorrows with a
£5 bottle of Rose. Well, you can, in 50 minutes once you get through that bar
quee.

Expectation:

A romantic kiss with the love of your life at midnight

Reality:

An 18 year old living the absolute dream is sick on your
shoes.

Lets face it, NYE is always a liiitle bit disappointing, but, at least deep down we already knew that. Whatever you're doing this year I hope nobody is sick on your shoes.

*Some snaps of me having the time of my life, at least one of which may, or may not, have been taken at a NYE house party.